Did You Look?

This conversation happened the other day.

TB: Mom, where are the pills?
Me: What pills?
TB: The pills.
Me: What pills?
TB: The vitamins?
Me: Your vitamins?
TB: No, Elvis’ vitamins.
Me: They’re on the sideboard.
TB: No they’re not.
Me: Yes they are.  I’m looking at them right now.
TB: How?
Me: Because they’re right next to you on the sideboard.
TB: I don’t see them.
Me: How can you not see them?  They’re right there.  Did you look?  Are your eyes open?
TB: I don’t see them.
Me: How do you not see them?  Seriously.  Are you looking?  Cuz they are right there.
TB: *after finally looking right next to where he was standing* Oh.

Photo of Elvis the guinea pig in his cage.  The cage sits on a sideboard, and a bottle of vitamins and a bottle of food pellets are immediately next to the cage.
Photo of Elvis the guinea pig in his cage. The cage sits on a sideboard, and a bottle of vitamins and a bottle of food pellets are immediately next to the cage.

 

This conversation happened as well.

I was upbraiding TG for something; I don’t recall what.  So in hindsight, I probably should have just let it go, but I digress.  TG was rolling her tongue around in her mouth, and I found it distracting (I know I’m not right.  I’m working on it.)

Me: What are you doing?  Why are you doing that?
TG: What?
Me: Rolling your tongue all around your mouth like that.
TG: I have a piece of hair stuck in my teeth, and I’m trying to get it out.

At this point, curiosity overtook my wrath.

Me: A piece of hair?
TG: Yes.
Me: Really?  That’s fascinating.  After I’m done, you’ll have to tell me about why you have a piece of hair stuck in your teeth.  I’m intrigued.

I returned to my rant, but once I finished, TG explained why she had a piece of hair stuck in her teeth.

TG: Because of we didn’t have any dental floss and I had a piece of meat stuck in my teeth I thought I could use hair because of it’s thin.

At that point I thought several things, but mostly I was incredulous at the thought of our being out of dental floss.  I am very serious about my oral hygiene, and I just knew we had dental floss.

Me: We have dental floss, Sweetie.
TG: No.
Me: I’m sure we do.  Did you look?  I’d be very surprised if we didn’t have any dental floss.

And I really meant I would be very surprised if we didn’t have any dental floss in their bathroom, not even the whole house.  I knew we had dental floss in my bathroom, because I just used it the night before.

At any rate I headed upstairs to investigate, and when I opened their bathroom cabinet I found this.

A look into a bathroom cabinet.  It is messy with several items such as Lysol, glycerin soap, witch hazel, and an empty wrapper.  Extremely visible at the front of the cabinet is a spool of dental floss.
A look into a bathroom cabinet. It is messy with several items such as Lysol, glycerin soap, witch hazel, and an empty wrapper. Extremely visible at the front of the cabinet is a spool of dental floss.

“Did you look?” is my daily mantra.  They always say yes, but I’m not so sure that I believe them.

4 comments

    • This is so strange. I replied to you, but it didn’t work. Sometimes my integration with my phone is less than ideal. Speaking of less than ideal, that is what my attitude toward my kids’ unfounded confidence. You, on the other hand, seem so upbeat by considering it “amazing.” I’m going to try to be more like you. 🙂

      • I would not consider it an upbeat form of amazement. Perhaps bewilderment would be a better description. 🙂

        Speaking of exuding confidence, our lovely teenager is righteously indignant that I’m always nagging her about… stuff she never gets done… because she’s a responsible teenager that has everything under control and all she needs to get done… all that stuff that she never gets done… is for us to leave her alone about it. So dearest husband has committed to us not reminding her about any of it through Sunday evening and lined out the consequences if she doesn’t get it all done. She argued about the consequences and was quite unhappy even though he assured her that the consequences were moot since she was fully capable of getting it all done – especially since we wouldn’t be interfering with all that nagging we do. Fortunately, he didn’t include teeth brushing in the non-nagging list or she’d likely go all week with guano breath.

        And, yeah, I hate the WordPress app on my phone. I basically only use it for seeing that I have notifications or occasionally reading a blog post to the husband on it before it gets published.

      • I’m still laughing about “guano breath.” Good look with all of that. I’m sincerely hoping for some new blog posts on this in the coming week.

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